Hanging about

Down the market street

I spent a lot of time on my feet

When I saw some passing yabbos

We did chance to speak



I knew how to sing

Y know an

They knew how to pose

An one of them had a les paul

Heart attack machine



All the young punks

Laugh your life

Cos there aint much to cry for

All the young cunts

Live it now

Cos there aint much to die for



Everybody wants to bum

A ride on the rock n roller coaster

And we went out

Got our name in small print on the poster

Of course we got a manager

Though he aint the mafia

A contract is a contract

When they get em out on yer



You gotta drag yourself to work

Drug yourself to sleep

Youre dead from the neck up

By the middle of the week



Face front you got the future shining

Like a piece of gold

But I swear as we get closer

It look more like a lump of coal

But its better than some factory

Now thats no place to waste your youth

I worked there for a week once

I luckily got the boot